Boy-Girl, or How I Became Sveta

– Sveta, how was your first time? I mean, with a guy?

I glanced sideways to where Kostik was sprawled next to me on the wide sofa: a blue-eyed blond with an athletic build, twenty-eight years old. We'd been lovers for a year now, and he was probably the best I'd ever had. The son of wealthy parents, he was a successful businessman himself, thanks to whom, at eighteen, I had pocket money that none of my classmates could even dream of, and getting into a prestigious university was a done deal for me. And besides, I liked Kostik, though sometimes he could be way too pushy.

But, "he who pays the piper calls the tune," even if that piper is a boy.

– Well, tell me, you weren't born a male slut!

My persistent partner continued the interrogation.

One of Kostik's weaknesses was his fondness for bondage and all sorts of sex toys, so he always tied me up tightly before fucking me. Plus, Kostya wouldn't let me come until he'd had his fill. Often, after unloading in my ass or mouth a couple of times, he'd grab balls or a thicker dildo and start fucking me hard with them until he brought me to a sweetly-torturous orgasm. Thank God we hadn't gotten to whips, needles, and other sadistic gear yet.

I sighed heavily. Wasn't it enough that he'd already had me twice tonight, now he wanted to fuck me mentally too. On the other hand, why not tell him? After all, the humiliation I was subjected to gave me no less pleasure than the fucking itself.

– If I tell you, will you let me come?

– Of course I will. Go on, confess.

My lover agreed easily and slapped my ass loudly, sending a wave of dull pain through my tightly bound cock.

– Then untie my legs – they're going numb.

– One second.

Kostik took an oval electro-stimulator from the dresser and shoved it sharply into my hole, turning it to medium power. Then he freed my ankles, so I could lie on my side, comfortably curled up on the pillows, and began my story. The electric toy in my anus kept my cock in a pre-orgasmic state, so my voice sometimes trembled, breaking into sighs and languid pauses.

I was a sexually precocious boy for my age: my southern blood must have been showing. Suffice it to say, I started getting hard at 18. But sex with men wasn't part of my sexual fantasies until one notable event, which came as a complete surprise both to me and to Seryozha.

We often went to the river together. There was a cozy little cove with a sandy bottom and a green lawn, hidden by bushes on all sides. It was quite a walk to get there, all through the forest and along the reedy riverbank, but no one else ever went there except us, and we happily enjoyed the privacy, sunbathing and swimming without trunks. That day, Seryozha and I arrived at the beach around noon. It was hot. Shedding our clothes, we rushed into the water, swam to our heart's content, and then started a playful tussle, splashing and flailing at each other. Fleeing from Seryozha, I jumped out of the water; he rushed after me and managed to grab me around the torso, pinning my arms to my sides. I struggled with all my might, twisting my hips, which were pressed against Seryozha's crotch. We wrestled like that for a while, naked and wet, until I fell forward, toppling my friend, who landed right on top of me. Finally, I managed to break free. Laughing, I got up on my knees and discovered that Seryozha was sitting on the grass opposite me, leaning back slightly, and his cock, framed by wet red hair, was standing like a rock, while his wide-open eyes, fixed on me, held an expression of absolute madness.

I don't know what came over me at that moment. Maybe I was struck by that tense, muscular body with its snow-white skin and shamelessly erect cock, or touched by that wild gaze full of pain and confusion, but I didn't flinch away and felt no indignation that my (yes, *my*, there could be no doubt about it) body had caused sexual arousal in another boy. On the contrary, it suddenly felt strangely pleasant, and I also felt compassion for this creature writhing with desire. So instead of getting angry or running away, I reached out and carefully ran my fingertips along the shaft pointing upward. Seryozha groaned softly through his teeth and pushed his hips forward slightly, toward my hand. Then I carefully grasped his cock in the middle and gently moved my palm up, then down, exposing the crimson head, on which a tiny, clear drop of pre-cum appeared. Seryozha bit his lip and threw his head back hard, showing that I could do whatever I wanted with his cock. And then I felt a strong arousal too. Of course, I'd masturbated many times myself, but this was different, forbidden: I was holding another boy's cock and controlling his body as I wished. It was both scary and sweet.

After swimming, we silently got dressed and headed home. We didn't talk on the way: each was too preoccupied with his own feelings. I was in some turmoil, but on the other hand, I'd liked everything that happened. Some reckless string was singing in my heart, I felt cheerful for some reason, as if a fresh wind had blown in my face. We were almost to the village when we came out into a clearing with an old pine tree growing in the middle. Then Seryozha called out to me.

– Oleg, wait.

I turned around. My friend stood there with crimson cheeks, shyly shifting from foot to foot. He was clearly uneasy.

– What?

I asked and gave an encouraging smile: like, "don't freak out, nothing terrible happened."

– Listen, could you... well... do it again?

– Do what "again"?

I was slightly stunned.

– Well, you liked it too, I saw. What's it to you?

Seryozha spoke hotly and incoherently.

Probably, if I'd said "no" then, nothing further would have happened, and maybe my whole life would have gone differently, but I wanted to say completely different words. That mischievous feeling that had filled my soul all the way back was pushing me to continue the risky sexual experiments.

– Do you want me to suck you off again?

I asked, looking Seryozha honestly in the eyes and trembling with inner laughter and rising sweet terror. He blushed even more and nodded.

– Just keep it strictly between us, mind you.

After finishing, I fell back and watched as my friend, breathing heavily, pulled up his pants.

– Well, did you like it?

I asked, involuntarily licking my lips. He didn't answer. Having somehow managed his fly, he turned and quickly strode toward the village. Soon, I followed him.

That night, rain drummed on the roof above the attic where I slept. I lay in just a T-shirt, sprawled on the mattress, staring sightlessly into the darkness. My memory obligingly replayed scenes for me, one more outrageous than the last. I felt Seryozha's hot, strong body, his muscular arms pressing me to him, saw the pain and plea in his eyes and the magnificent, risen cock, and felt the warmth of his tender skin quivering under my lips. I knelt down again and again to take him in my mouth and enjoyed pretending to be a girl. No, not a girl, but a young cocksucker, crawling into some random guy's fly.

My breathing became ragged, my hands slid along my body, stroking my thighs, stomach, pulled up my T-shirt and began twisting my nipples. Then, my right hand went to my crotch, squeezed my balls, and lay on my cock, which had long been standing fervently, starting to play with it first lightly, then harder and harder, tormenting the inflamed flesh. Meanwhile, my left hand, releasing my nipple, went into my mouth, then moved to my buttocks. Wet fingers found the entrance to the cave of my anus and began caressing it, sometimes massaging the tight ring of the entrance, sometimes penetrating inside. Waves of heat spread through my whole body. I moaned and bit my lips, thrashing on the crumpled, damp sheets, while my mind replayed the moment of my highest triumph and deepest humiliation, when the MAN, roughly grabbing my head and impaling me on his cock all the way to his balls, flooded my throat with his nectar of love. My body arched in ecstasy, forming a perfect gymnastic bridge, and my penis, which I continued to jerk furiously, shot out a powerful stream, drenching my stomach and thighs.

Then I lay exhausted on the bed, throwing my T-shirt, wet with sweat and cum, on the floor. Tear tracks dried on my cheeks. The orgasm brought no relief. I was possessed by some feverish delirium. Finally, I got up, opened the window, and, naked as the day I was born, climbed down the ladder into the yard. The barely drizzling rain pleasantly cooled my heated skin. I went out the gate and wandered along a forest path, greedily inhaling the damp air full of the smell of pine needles and wet earth. Fallen leaves rustled under my bare feet, and I felt like the first person in this strange night forest. I didn't know where I was wandering until I stumbled upon the old pine tree near which I'd sucked Seryozha's cock, the second time and already quite consciously. Smiling, I touched the trunk with my hand, then pressed my whole body against the rough bark, as if trying to feel with my skin the warmth of the boy who had stood here today. I was instantly aroused. The bark scratched the tender skin of my erect penis. Then I turned my back to the pine, slowly knelt down, leaned against the trunk with my shoulder blades, and began jerking off again until a stream of semen shot from my cock, watering the ground as if making a sacrifice to the god of lust who ruled here.

I sat by the roots of the mighty tree for a while, enjoying the peace and quiet that had descended, then got up and went home. My soul finally felt light because I understood exactly what I wanted. Reaching my bed, I fell asleep quickly, slept without dreams, and woke up with a smile on my face.

The next day, Seryozha didn't show up in the morning, but I was sure he would appear, and sure enough: we hadn't even finished lunch when familiar red tufts flashed behind the fence. I ran down the porch to meet him, tossing over my shoulder:

– Mom, we're going to the river.

We did head toward our beach, but before reaching it, Seryozha stopped and sat on the thick trunk of a fallen tree.

– Olezhek, we need to talk.

He said, giving me a sidelong glance, and stared at the ground. I carefully sat down next to him. Seryozha was clearly troubled.

– Listen, – he finally forced out, – what we did yesterday... do you think it's normal?

I smiled to myself. Seryozha knew the answer, and knew what he wanted, but was afraid to admit it to himself and now needed support. Funny: usually so grown-up and independent, he was now asking advice from a boy who had taken him in his mouth twice the day before. I gently put my hand on his shoulder, and Seryozha didn't pull away, which was undoubtedly a good sign.

– Listen, – I began softly, – did you like what we did yesterday?

Seryozha nodded.

– Would you like to do it again?

Another nod, but less confident this time.

– It's just I don't know...

– Wow, you have so much of it.

I smiled, wiping cum off my cheeks.

– Sorry.

– It's okay. Everything's fine. Did it feel good?

– Yes, very.

Seryozha finally smiled at me too.

– You know, I want to come too. Help me, please. – I asked softly. – Just use your hands.

I knew he wouldn't be able to refuse, and I was right. Seryozha nodded in agreement, and I lay down on the log, dangling my legs over the sides and putting my hands behind my head, while Seryozha sat opposite me. What an exciting moment: I'm lying completely naked, spreading my thighs, and a cute boy takes my tense cock in his hand and starts caressing it, skillfully manipulating his fingers. He showed considerable experience in such pleasures, so soon I was moaning languidly and writhing all over, then came violently, eliciting a smile of legitimate pride from my lover (yes, my lover now). Stretching, I pecked him on the cheek, then kissed the hand he'd used to jerk me off and, whispering "thank you!" in his ear, nimbly jumped off the log.

Grabbing my discarded clothes from the ground, I shouted: Now let's go swimming. Catch me! – and as I was, without dressing, took off down the path.

The next three days we spent a lot of time together. We went to the river, kissed, caressed each other, and at night in my attic, I indulged in fantasies and solitary pleasures, not only masturbating but also tormenting my anus with a thick candle I'd found in the sideboard. Kisses and blowjobs weren't enough for me: I wanted more and had a plan to get it.

On the fourth day, we went on an overnight hike. We walked with backpacks for half a day, forded the river, then set up camp on a secluded clearing near a yellow sandy pool, had a snack. Seryozha spread out a mat and settled down to sunbathe, while I crawled into the tent. The decisive moment was approaching. I had been preparing for this minute for a long time. Even before leaving, I had carefully washed my ass with an enema stolen from the home medicine cabinet and now generously lubricated it with Vaseline taken from the same place. Then I applied bright polish to my fingernails and toenails, like my little sister loved to do. A few minutes later, a slender girl emerged from the tent, dark-skinned and curly-haired, in a bright yellow short sundress, with a hair clip decorated with an artificial chrysanthemum flower in her hair, and with a model's walk, headed toward the young man lying on the mat. He lazily turned over and stared dumbfounded at the beautiful vision before his eyes.

– Sveta?

He gasped.

I smiled silently, sinking down beside him. Slid my palm over the defined muscles of his stomach.

– Sveta!

He groaned, grabbing my shoulders and burying a kiss in my tanned neck.

– Yes, darling, yes, I'm your Sveta.

I whispered as he was already pushing me onto my back, pulling the sundress off my shoulders and covering my lips, neck, shoulders with kisses, greedily sucking on my nipples.

– Take me! Take me now!

Seryozha spread and lifted my legs, paying no attention to the cock sticking out between them with its neatly removed hair. He'd lost his mind and wanted to fuck, and I wanted the same. Frantically grabbing his dick, he placed its head against the ring of my anus and pushed, driving his tool into my tight cave. Pain shot through my ass. I groaned stifledly, biting my lips and squeezing my eyes shut, while Seryozha shoved it all the way in, pulled out, and drove it in again, fucking me like a seasoned whore. He fucked me selflessly, paying no attention to my cries and moans, and all I could do was endure, shuddering and pulling my legs, thrown over his male shoulders, feeling how somewhere inside a wave of agonizing pleasure and self-loathing was born. Yes, it happened: I was being fucked in the ass like the lowest slut. I was just a dirty girl, a whore, a mattress.

– Yes, come on, fuck me harder! Fuck your little slut!

I whispered.

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